I tried to break the spell--the heavy, mute spell of the wilderness--that seemed to draw him to its pitiless breast by the awakening of forgotten and brutal instincts, by the memory of gratified and monstrous passions. This alone, I was convinced, had driven him out to the edge of the forest, to the bush, towards the gleam of fires, the throb of drums, the drone of weird incantations; this alone had beguiled his unlawful soul beyond the bounds of permitted aspirations. -Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

* Yeah, an old shot. I really, really miss having photoshoots with my family. This photo is now a book cover for David Grossman's El libro de la gramática interna Woo Hooo